A young woman took her troubles to a psychiatrist. "Doctor, you must
help me," she pleaded. "It's gotten so that every time I date a nice guy,
I end up in bed with him. And then afterward, I feel guilty and
depressed for a week."
"I see," nodded the psychiatrist. "And you, no doubt, want me to
strengthen your will power and resolve in this matter."
"For God's sake, NO!" exclaimed the woman. "I want you to fix it so I
won't feel guilty and depressed afterward."
As a boy, I was ashamed to wear glasses. I memorized the eye chart, and then on the test they asked essay questions. - Woody Allen
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Feeling Guilty
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